What Do You Say?

It's been a crazy week - thus my brief absence from the blogosphere.  No need to go into detail... just too many projects and busy family days.  I'll probably ramble about some of that later.  But I wanted to share a small family moment from last night.  We were having dinner and chatting about politics and this whole financial bailout ordeal.  Here's the basic dialogue that followed our conversation.

Maria: I don't see how it could possibly not affect our taxes...

Dylan: Taxis?

Chuckle.

Marcos: No, Dylan taxes.

Maria: Tax is something we pay to the government.

Dylan (with a very angry and concerned look on his face): No, I not.  I not paying them.  

Laugh under breath.

Marcos: What do you say to that?  I feel the same way.  

Dylan: I not paying.  I HATE taxes.

Marcos: Dylan, podes estar enojado, pero siempre hay que dar respeto a otros (translation: you can be mad, but you've still got to respect others).  

Marcos (whispers to me): He's right you know.  I'm not going to tell him he's wrong.  

Maria: I know.  It's so funny how upset he is about paying taxes when he doesn't even understand them.  He knows he doesn't want to spend his money though.

Preston: dah a dah (ha ha ha)

This is the part where we left the conversation to deal with the piece of corn on the cob Preston had put in his cup and was stirring and splashing with such enthusiasm.  What a mess!  But we enjoyed our interesting dinner conversation before we had to deal with "real life" as we know it.  

A few minutes later, Marcos commented on how good the meal was and Dylan took his cue from Papi.  Next thing you know, I get "Mom, this is the best corn ever.  You make corn better than all the people in the world.  And I LOVE this salt.  Thanks for the best salt ever, Mom."  He went on and on.  What a little ham!  There's truly never a dull moment around here.